As soon as he heard Yang Butcher's words, Meng Hui thought that it was most likely that there was something suspicious at the scene that he had picked up.

She hurriedly followed her into the dimly lit hut, where there was a table and a few small stools, and a large wooden cabinet beside it, and Yang Butcher was standing in front of the cabinet rummaging. "When I saw this thing that day, I thought, 'Oh, let's hide it for her, Xiao Zhao's kid...... That girl usually comes to me to pick good meat, and I wonder if I can't let her die. ”

Meng Hui was stunned when he heard it, Yang Butcher's words didn't seem to have anything to do with the murderer, but related to Zhao Runan himself, making it impossible to guess what he picked up.

Yang butcher groped in the drawer for a long time, and after a while shouted, "Found it!" "He was holding a boxy blue cloth bag that looked like a book." Her baggage was knocked apart, I picked up my clothes, shoes and money bag and wrapped it and gave it to Yizhuang, I don't think it's easy to show people, I think about taking it to your store, and I don't think it's very good. ”

Meng Hui took the cloth bag and opened it to see that it was really a blue and yellow paper book. The outer cover and the inner paper were stained with blood, and it looked like they had fallen in a pool of blood. Fortunately, Xiaohui followed the chefs to learn the text here, she opened it and flipped through it, and the blood stains blurred a lot of words, but after reading a few lines, she understood that this was a diary written by Zhao Runan.

And it's also a diary dedicated to recording her crush.

"This ...... The hot words in the diary of this ...... do not hide their fanatical feelings for that person, and I want to take out my heart to show him at every turn. Meng Hui looked at the awkward appearance of the five big and three thick Yang butchers, and finally understood why he was embarrassed to take things to Tianxiang Building. "Uncle Yang, thank you for helping Sister Ru hide it, if you let Chef Fang know what to think!"

What a big deal! Take it away, burn it or keep it. Yang Butcher waved his hand absently, feeling that he had finally shaken off a small burden.

The object of Zhao Runan's crush is Fang Zhinan. Meng Hui only read a few lines, then snapped and closed the diary and didn't want to go down, firstly, this is someone's **, she is not good at looking down all the time, and secondly, the words in it are too inconsistent with Zhao Runan's sullen character, the contrast is too great, Meng Hui can't accept it a little.

Meng Hui and Yang Butcher chatted for a while about what they saw at the scene that day, and only left at the end of noon, walking out of the vegetable market and entering the noisy crowd, she still did not get out of Zhao Runan's book "Heart, Liver".

"Zhao Runan is pitiful enough! The male god in her heart dangles in front of her every day, not only can she not confess, but she also has to pretend to be a man and call others brothers. If the timing is right, it is not that there is no chance at all if she quits her job and becomes a daughter, but she is also a commercial spy, and the chef is destined to become a master chef's man, and it is impossible for her to steal recipes. ”

Meng Hui walked out of the snack street with a blood-soaked diary, not knowing what to do with this hot potato. She vaguely felt that Zhao Runan's hidden wish was mostly related to Fang Zhinan. "If you want Fang Zhinan to know her mind, then it's best to keep this diary first, and then give it to him when you find a suitable opportunity." If Zhao Runan's reputation is directly ruined, he may not be able to complete the task.

Thinking of those spicy-eyed words, Meng Hui couldn't help but want to hold his forehead and shake his head. "How good it is to write about spring, moon or something, but you have to use your liver and lungs with your heart, this is to stir up a plate? I can't sleep all night thinking about your strong arms! Can you still unload and hug someone? Alas, the shame is really off the charts, what do you think of the serious Chef Fang? ”

Meng Hui didn't dare to imagine what kind of expression he would have when he handed over the diary to Fang Zhinan. "Forget it, I'll hand it over to him when I leave, and I'll leave the subsequent embarrassment to Zhen Xiaohui to face by herself!" Thinking of this good idea, she no longer dwelled on the diary, thinking that this time she could easily get the clue of the hidden mission, and soon hummed the tune of this dynasty happily.

Yang Butcher did not find anything suspicious at the scene, nor did he see any suspicious people, but according to him, when he rushed back to Xijing City with the body from the place where the body occurred, he saw blood stains rolling by the carriage along the way, and there were many pieces of wood on the ground, which looked likely to be the fragments of the carriage that hit the person.

"Since there are debris, the car must be damaged, the nine carriages of Tianxianglou are all in good condition, although there is a suspicious dark red liquid on one wheel, but I can't be sure that it is blood." Meng Hui heard Yang Butcher say that no matter whose carriage hit someone, it would definitely not be able to make up for it in three or five days after falling so many debris, and it was even possible to change the wheels entirely.

There are many places in Xijing City where carriages can be repaired, and if you look for them one by one, you won't be tired to death, Meng Hui shook his head, dispelling the idea of visiting the carriage shop one by one. Not only does she not have time, but according to the rules of other people's carriage dealers, she may not necessarily disclose customer information to her.

It was the end of noon when he walked back to the back street of Tianxianglou, and Meng Hui ate two "crab roe" buns in the morning, and he was in a hurry and digging a pit to bury people.

As soon as she stepped into the backyard door, she smelled a rich aroma of meat, accompanied by the smell of multigrain steamed buns that had just come out of the pot. Hurry up and return to the kitchen compound, where the table under the roots of the tree is already on the table.

"I'm back, come over for dinner!" Aunt Ma was holding a large pot of boiled stick bones, the heat was thick, the meat was fragrant, and Meng Hui drooled.

At this moment, just after dinner, the five chefs and six assistant cooks all came out, sitting around two tables, each holding a bone and gnawing on it. Meng Hui greeted them, sat alone at the small table with Aunt Ma, picked up a bone and dipped it in water, the unique fragrance of big bones and meat mixed with the fragrance of dipping water, sour and spicy with a little sweetness, opened up the appetite at once.

"This is Chef Fang's dipping water, right?" Meng Hui asked vaguely.

Before Aunt Ma could answer, there was a cook over there who said with a smile: "As long as you have a good mouth, you can taste all the dishes that the senior brother cooks!" Just like Zhao ......", the young and fastest assistant cook suddenly paused, put away the word "senior brother" that was almost out of his mouth, turned his head stupidly to gnaw on the bones, and did not speak again. The atmosphere was dull for a moment, and everyone quickly burst into laughter again, deliberately interrupting the embarrassment just now.

"What do you have in your arms?" Aunt Ma asked Meng Hui quietly.

Meng Hui was embarrassed to tell her the truth, swallowed a mouthful of meat and lied without hesitation: "I bought a book on the road and passed the time at night!" ”